I spent so many years of my life bitter with my parents for moving to this area in the late 80s from Queens. I remember my sisters getting to stay behind because they were older, and in an instant, I became an only child. I was in the middle of nowhere with no friends and no siblings to play with, and even though I made friends and ended up doing well in Norwich, I will still determined to leave. And I did.

Then I came back.

So here I am, after two and a half years of being back, and I’m realizing that it’s not as bad as I thought it was.

I realized in life that in order to move forward, sometimes you have to take a step back.